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Saturday, July 4, 2009

Progress

In spite of all the garbo flying around, there is still good news to be found...

Sometimes I catch myself reading the paper (screen) and I'll start laughing, like "As if the Church actually exists...How ridiculous is it? A bunch of child rapists playing dress up. People sure are stupid."

But then I catch myself again, remembering that back then there was no internet and therefore people were indeed, if not stupid, lacking in information from which to draw more rational conclusions.

But now... Now we know that even the programs they run to help the sick and poor constitute a fraction of their wealth...which they have acquired by guilting it out of people on the regular....Or through old fashioned murder...

Now that we know they molest children...

Now that we can truly see them for the blood-soaked abominations that they are...And the institution they've built from agony and sadistic cruelty...

Am I repeating myself? Yes. They repeat themselves.

As I was saying...Now that we see the Church for what it is...And Big Business for what it is....and Macro Government for what it is....

Then maybe this makes a bit more sense:

a·poc·a·lypse (-pk-lps)
n.
1.
a. Apocalypse Abbr. Apoc. Bible The Book of Revelation.
b. Any of a number of anonymous Jewish or Christian texts from around the second century b.c. to the second century a.d.containing prophetic or symbolic visions, especially of the imminent destruction of the world and the salvation of the righteous.
2. Great or total devastation; doom: the apocalypse of nuclear war.
3. A prophetic disclosure; a revelation.






Friday, June 26, 2009

Garbo Zone

God. Sign out for three minutes and the skies fill with garbage, and it's back to work....


Situations that look remarkably like past situations...etcetera.

Back at home, where trust is undermined, casually - a casualty of business...And it's all business.... There is peace to be had, but it's not quite the peace that we think it is...It's a peace that was built on a bloody slaughterhouse floor, and the guts were still fresh when we laid the planks over them...

Slippery, wet, slimy guts of dead people - men, women, children - that's what our proud leaders would have us celebrate, because that is what we Export like pallets of knock-off Tommy Jeans - except ours are Pallets of Death.

I know, it's funny right? It totally is! LMAO!!

Columbus Day? Do you have any idea who the fuck Columbus was?